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Damn. They insist you to learn to write as it's important to have opinions and state them in a style others will read, but let's not call this a "paying" gig. No, go sell a trinket or build a highway if you want to make some money. Ballplayers with the faraway stare trot out their wares in a tryout, but to their favor are contracted into the scheme from the beginning, even in the bus leagues. Writers are a strange lot, always working for free. Meanwhile plumbers, carpenters, accountants, bricklayers, cab drivers, politicians and other earnest resume-savvy cogs, oh they can make some big bucks almost anytime they want to take a job. What about designers? Systems managers? Kill the system they say. Bury design they scream. Oooooh la lamy angst is an easily bored mule...

I've never kept a job very long in my entire life, three years at one place, two at another, one apiece at two more. The remainder of my jobs lasted six months, four months, or shorter, but I was a most excellent worker wherever I was. I earned respect. Left with an air of decency, even as I might revolutionize the world I was leaving. But MY way's not for everybody. Most certainly not. We each must ponder this alone.

Bracken may be landing a job at Peter's firm as a researcher in the global securities industry. His resume will be submitted today with a wink and a nod. I'm on record as recommending he apply himself to this task over enough time to make it unmistakably worthwhile if he's hired, and there's more than a good chance he will be. Caps off to Dollhouse syzygy once again...No, NOT dynamite caps, you fool, your ball cap man, your ball cap.

I have seen the future, and it would be a fabulous affair for many if he can establish himself there, but only he can decide which of his options brings himself that ever illusive optimum pleasure schematic and then SETTLE in to work the progress line as only Len Bracken can manage it. This should be interesting to watch. I taunt him about buying a Mac and getting with the program, quit preaching from the outside, but get in and become a real player. He's still debating himself. I've never kept a job very long in my entire life, three years at one place, two at another, one apiece at two more. The remainder of my jobs lasted six months, four months, or shorter, but I was a most excellent worker wherever I was. I earned respect. Left with an air of decency, even as I might revolutionize the world I was leaving. But MY way's not for everybody. Most certainly not. We each must ponder this alone.

Just wanted to go on record that of all those waking up from last night's America today, there are only two kinds of people. People who vote, and those who don't. It's no startling headline that the non-voters can be, in some self-flattering way, more political than the vast majority of the voting population who do however associate themselves with the process by ballot. Whether one believes in the process is irrelevant. Just because it is a fun and a different sort of thing to do, to waste away a few minutes, or hours in some cases, and for those of us independentshaving no ego party of our own, who only vote in November elections, we can lodge a repeated memory association of the slightly crisp November air under the bright stunning orb of morning sun beaming down upon neighbors of all flavors filing in together brings to the occasion a special feeling worth celebrating and abiding.

The fact that a huge chunk of zombie voters mope around in a state of cluelessness not only on certain issues, but remain fogged in by the sheer unbearable lightness of the candidates' stances on the issues no more solid than pieces of bad paper blowing in the wind, their conflicts, and their similarities, changes nothing. Distrusting the vote is not a revolutionary act. Staying home does not improve your lot in life. Experiencing the ballot box, however, might very well impact your day in surprising, pleasant ways, and revolutionary ways if you know how to listen to the world around you.

Those who resist the vote merely parrot their own sense of uselessness, supposing themselves above the fray, which is just not true any more than their reluctance to work elevates them from poverty. The non-voters miss out on the chance events, the derivé of the ballot box spectacle, which is okay for those who lead busy revolutionary lives, but for one who rarely leaves the house, I enjoy myself on these annual November outings under the guise of fulfilling some ephemeral patriotic duty to god and country, beggarman, thief, doctor, lawyer, indian chief...

This bit's for Blum. Yet another example of how a picture is a thousand times more damaging that a misplaced word. Poor guy should have been down at the docks soliciting an unused portion of a dirty magazine rather than downloading and storing such junk on the US Navy's nuts and bolts. And he better wash off that virtual tattoo he had burned into his private idahos just before the sugar hit the fan...

Here's somebody on the Spectacle site asking a silly question:"What about Windows? I don't have a Mac." My response, "Given your situation? My advice? Love the one you're with."

GT

"I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the side..." Bob Dylan

"If the pen is mightier than the sword, the send button is a heat-seeking missle..." Gabriel Thy

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